Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2012 18:40:22 -0400
From: m... faggot
Subject: Balls on the Line Chapter 3
MF/m humiliation degradation control authoritarian submission
This story is completely fictional. I, Sir Jef outlined the story for
mfaggot to write for Me. After each chapter, I define how I want the story
to continue and mfaggot then writes the next chapter. mfaggot is a bisexual
submissive that loves to be used by Dommes/Mistress's.
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Balls on the Line Chapter 3
"What's the matter, doc perv? Cat got your fucking tongue? I just told you
I was going to 'out' your little freak show for a gazillion folks on the
internet and you just sit there quiet as a little mouse? You really are a
fucking wimp, aren't you?"
He was waiting for my answer. I wish I could give him one but the truth was
I had no idea what was happening to me.
"Well, looks your silence tells me all I need to know, marc. I think you
better come up with something to keep me from posting your shit all over
YouTube and the world. I'll give you an hour but you had better make it
good."
click.
As the phone went dead my spine came back and I thought of a dozen
different things i SHOULD have said to Jake. Things that would show him I
was still a man, a Doctor, for Christ's sakes, a man with a loving
girlfriend (maybe she was going through a phase?), and a man who wouldn't
put up with shit.
But I did none of those things. I sat there in my quiet living room like a
statue, frozen in place, flushed and embarrassed with a stiffy in my slacks
for whatever reason. What the hell was going on and how could I make it
stop?
The hour went past quickly and all I could think of was some of the answers
I could come up with for Jake to shut him up and make him stop this
insanity.
And then my girlfriend called.
"Hey marc, Nancy here." I recognized her caller ID of course but I could
tell she was a little tipsy and there was a lot of noise in the background.
"Yeah honey I saw your caller ID, and..."
"Sure sweetie. Anywho I just wanted to let you know I would be home late
but you should call Jake about that thing. He seems pretty pissed right
now."
"What? Nancy, shouldn't I be the one who..."
"Whatever sweetie. Point is that video is pretty... interesting and I am
guessing you don't really want everyone to see it, right? Yeah, you'd
better call Jake right away. Got to go. See you later!"
click.
Another hang up and here I was more confused than ever. What was Nancy
doing talking to Jake about this? And shouldn't she be backing ME up? Or
maybe...I couldn't spend any more time thinking about that. Jake's deadline
was almost here and I really couldn't just let it go. All the 'tough'
things I wanted to say didn't even cross my mind as I dialed the number. I
was staring at my phone with a blank stare, not knowing what to do or what
to say. If Nancy hadn't been so pushy maybe...
"What." Jake's voice was anything but the nice childhood friend that I had
known.
"I... that is..."
"Choke it out, bitch." He was talking to me like that?
I just stood there again, dead to the world.
"I haven't got all night." His impatience was obvious and I could hear
something in the background. He was out at a party or bar or someplace
where others could hear. Again my mind raced thinking about all the things
that were going wrong for me. All the while I was sporting an erection like
a fucking high school kid.
"See Jake, it's just that..."
"I do not have all night. Spit it the fuck out or get ready to be an
internet celebrity, face and all, doc."
"Sorry..." Did I just apologize to HIM?
"I, that is... I don't want that."
"Well what are you going to DO about it?"
"I don't know, Jake. I..."
"You better come up with something fast, boy. My patience is running out."
Was this my friend? What the hell was going on here?
"Please don't do anything with that video."
"Oh, so you want me to leave it up on your personal website of 'Hey look
doc marc is a perv'?" Laughter in the background but Jake wasn't even
smiling.
He was dead serious.
"No, Jake, it isn't that. I just don't want anyone else to know..."
"Know what? That you were on your knees begging your best friend to kick
you in the balls like a bitch while your girlfriend recorded it?" Now he
was smiling.
"... no, it's not..."
"Yes, doc. Yes that is exactly what it is. Say it."
"Please don't..."
"Don't what? I'm not doing anything. You're the one who doesn't want the
world to know what a fucking pervert you obviously are, right?
"RIGHT?"
"Yes Sir."
"Sir? Fuck, you are a perv. Whatever. Okay, so 'Sir' it is. Anyway, bitch,
tell me what you want. Tell 'Sir' what you want."
"Please don't."
"Don't WHAT! You are fucking trying my patience!! If I was there I would
fucking beat your dumb ass! What the fuck kind of dumbass Doctor are you
anyway? How did I not see what a dipshit you really are before now!"
I don't know what happened or how. I don't have any idea what I was
thinking, if I was thinking at all.
"Please Sir, don't say those things, I am very sorry, Sir."
"Wow. You're worse than I thought."
I had no idea what to do. I didn't think. I didn't speak. The words tumbled
out of my face in the hopes that he would stop grinding me down.
"Please just kick me again Sir. Please."
"Sure. Sounds like a plan. Ask nice, bitch."
"Certainly Sir. Please kick me again Sir and laugh at me in pain Sir."
"No problem. Wait up for me. I'll be there in a few hours to give you what
you want since you asked so nicely." Laughter to end the world and then he
hung up.
I sat there, staring again. A look I was getting used to having on my now
slack-jawed face, as my life continued to unravel.
Hours passed and I tried to occupy my time with research, and reading, then
TV. None of it kept the events to come from my mind. The idea that Jake
would walk in, expect my to ask him nicely and beg, and then thank him. For
kicking me in the balls while I double over and drop to the floor.
Every time it came to mind I froze and broke out in a sweat. All the time I
was getting aroused.
I needed this to stop but the truth was I couldn't even figure out how it
all started, not really. I must have dozed off as the door opening woke me
up, leaning on the couch with my mouth slightly open.
"Damn, you really are a mess, sweetie."
Nancy's voice was lovely, even though I could hear that dripping sarcasm
again. I couldn't remember a time when she didn't seem to have that quality
in her voice. But I knew that was just me as my world unravelled.
"So I have good news and I have some bad news, sweetie. What do want
first?" She was smiling. I looked around, dazed, and the clock caught my
eye.
"What the fuck? It's 3:30AM? Nancy what the hell!"
She just smiled back at me.
"Yeah so that's part of the good news. Be thankful I came home to you." Her
smile, wicked as ever, seemed to be a permanent fixture now. I just stared
blankly up at her lovely face, her hair cascading down her soft
shoulders. And I realized that she had a sheen of sweat on her and her
lovely hair was not quite as well-kempt as it usually was.
No, my Nancy had definitely been out and up to something.
But all I could do was stare up blankly as she smiled condescendingly down
at me.
"You know, sweetie..." The word fairly dripped with venom.
"Jake had a few things right about you..." Having no idea where this could
be heading, I tried desperately to focus on her beautiful eyes as they
sparkled with joy. I tried to keep the thoughts of WHY she might be joyful
out of my addled brain.
"You really have some serious shortcomings, you know that?" She had reached
into her purse and pulled out the one thing that I dreaded more than
anything in this world.
Her camera phone. With a subtle flick of her well-manicured nail she turned
it on to 'record' and the now-familiar red light came on. I knew that the
rest would be recorded, and likely made public like the rest of my horrid
humiliations. I couldn't even form a thought.
"I don't think..."
"The question was rhetorical. You haven't been yourself since Jake took
your manhood away and well, frankly, I..." I didn't want her to finish as I
looked up at the camera recording my further debasement. What was left of
my spine tried to rear it's ugly head.
"Listen, Nancy, you were a part of that too. You didn't have to..."
"I didn't have to? YOU listen, sweetie." I really didn't like the way she
used that word for me anymore. "I recorded that thinking it would be
funny. And it was. Fuck, was it ever. Funny how you got hard when your best
friend, a real man, by the way (what was THAT supposed to mean?), kicked
you in your junk. The funny part was when you thanked him. And then begged
for more."
"I wasn't begging, I just..."
"You fucking had a raging HARD ON, perv! How were you NOT asking for it?
Shit, if I didn't know better I would have thought you were every inch a
little whore looking to get fucked."
"Please don't say that, Nancy, I love you..."
"Yes, well, there's the bad news, sweetie. See, I did some soul searching
today and came up with a few things..." Camera placed out to one side, she
moved in close, reminding me of a Lioness going in for the kill. When I
recalled it was the females who did the hunting in a pride of lions I grew
very afraid.
"See, first things first. You are no longer the man of the house. You lost
that job the minute you begged another man to publicly take your
manhood. And in front of your so-called girlfriend, no less."
Nancy straddled me as she moved in, camera clearly getting every look on
our faces as she grew closer still. I sat on the couch, still sort of stuck
to one side, as she moved up onto my lap. She practically climbed me,
carefully keeping her legs fairly close together as she did so.
The significance of that was lost on me at the time. She would clear that
up for me pretty quickly, though.
"You made it clear you weren't man enough for me, sweets. No, the fact is
you squealed like a little piggie and begged Jake to kick you again and
make you squeal some more. That got me going, and in a way I didn't expect,
mind you..." She laid her forefinger gently on my lips as she moved up on
me.
"You don't need to say anything. You see, You gave it up. You basically
just spread your legs and begged him to fuck you like a little slut. Which
got me thinking... if Jake can do that to you, then what could I get away
with!" Her smile was as wide and glowing as I had ever seen it.
"Kiss me, bitch." Still dazed I reached my hands up to cradle her face as I
had done so lovingly these past five years. Nancy had other ideas.
SLAP!!! Her hand left a mark on my face, and I dropped my arms to my sides
like a statue.
"Good girl. Okay, now here is what I was thinking when I told you to kiss
me..." And with that she deftly moved onto my head and pressed her sex
firmly against my mouth. Gently she applied a little pressure and started
to move her legs apart inexoriably. I simply sat that trying to figure out
what day it was when she let the other shoe drop.
"Lick my cunt, you little bitch." She hissed it down at me and like a deer
caught in the headlights I simply stared up at her with loving, doe
eyes. She made it clear that was a start, but not sufficient.
SLAP!!
"I said lick me, you whore. Get your fucking tongue inside me and lick me
out like a hungry little lesbian." She was enjoying herself. More than when
she was making video of me taking kicks to the balls and getting aroused
doing it. This video would be worse in so many ways.
Because I knew what I had to do.
Without another word I dove in and ate her out more furiously than ever
before. I licked at her as if it was my last meal because to my mind I knew
I was losing her. The fact was, I had already lost her but I couldn't admit
it to myself.
Until I tasted her. The look on my face brought a massive grin to my former
girlfriend. I knew in that moment that she was, in point of fact, my FORMER
girlfriend.
The salty taste and thick ooze that I was eating told me everything I
needed to know about that.
"What's the matter, sweetie? Don't recognize the taste of a real man's cum?
Certainly you've had it before, right? I mean it can't be a new thing to
you the way you were begging Jake to fuck you over last night?" She started
laughing. At me. Again.
I couldn't help myself. Something just kind of snapped in me right then and
when I should have tossed her off of me and ran for the door I did
something so disgusting, so repulsive, that I knew I could never turn back
once I did it.
I quietly lowered my head into her hot sex, closed my eyes, and devoured my
former girlfriend to her core. I lapped at her hungry, hot, red, sex as
though it was my last meal. In many ways it really was.
My last meal as a real man, that is.
"Good girl. Someone knows her fucking place now, doesn't she? That's it...
mmmm... yes, get him all out of me, little slut." She started to ride my
face. As I ate at her, she devoured what was left of my dignity. I wouldn't
be able to look her, or Jake, in the face the same way ever again.
"Almost done... I can feel it. Ooooo I am close again, you little whore.
Fuck... your tongue is the only thing I am going to let touch me from now
on! Lord knows when Jake gets here the rest of you won't be worth a shit."
Her laughter tore into me and as I started to cry, I could hear her moans
turn orgasmic.